No matter how much one lies in, eventually, one has to get out of bed.
Qin Guanglin stood on the balcony hanging clothes when he saw He Fang, draped in a coat, trudging to the bathroom with a bit of an unnatural gait.
"Make a sound, will you? I'll carry you in..." Qin Guanglin called out while holding a clothes hanger.
"Then help me pee? Are you sick in the head?"
He Fang didn't even close the door, just popped her head out to shout back, clearly fed up with his attitude of taking care of a three-year-old, "I'm fine, just do what you need to do."
"..."
"How many eggs did you fry?!" After she finished, she came out still wearing her coat, her gaze inadvertently scanning the kitchen trash can next to her, and she was immediately shocked.
The not-too-large-not-too-small trash can was nearly half-full of eggshells.